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“settle. We have nothing to fear from the … Labbimist. Oh, truth, I am so such certain that some of what you say is too … true. But not all. Not all. No doubt we have been … engulfed … by the legendary Labbimist. No doubt. Oh, yes, that’s it. We surely would be … doomed … to stumble time and again and again … upon this … shapely … marble bench no matter what direction away from … it … we chose to attempt our … escape. No doubt. If! If …”
    I tilted my head close to one of Kar’s blinking pink eyes. I felt the desire to impress her. Heightening the drama, I allowed the pause to fill with stiff silence.
    â€œIf what?” said Kar at long last, as I’d hoped she would.
    I heard the ember of hope in her voice. I heard the faith in me. Satisfied, I brought the ember to flame.
    â€œWe are trapped and doomed to wander, dear Kar, if … if the Labbimist is the only creature in All Fidd and Leee Combined on Boad, the only … the one … and only, to have retained its magic when the witch crossed over into … the Blue … Hills. Kar, now you know why I smile, don’t you? Hop onto my arm. I will walk us out of this … density.”
    Kar believed in me. She always has. Such is so. She released the grip she had on my collar and hopped onto my arm. I adjusted the dead dry wooden tube Jo Bree in my belt, stood, chose a direction I thought might be east, and walked off so such with confidence. In no time at all, the mist thinned and we left it behind us. I turned in triumph to stare at the thick blanket of gray cloud. It writhed in seeming frustration.
    â€œBek, you’re smart. When you’re right, you are fair truly right,” praised Kar.
    â€œTo the Blue Hills! Yes! That’s it!” I announced, bursting with self-importance.

Chapter Twelve
    To the Danken Wood
    Why was I spirited with so such a lively fire? I was happy enough to hop. Why? Two days earlier hadn’t I been pounded low to gloom by the weight of the stiff silence? Such. Something had happened. I swam? Memory before and memory after are clear. I was wet. I was pulling on my highboot. Before that? A span of blankness. Before the span of blankness? Clarity of memory. I said “Let’s swim” for no known reason, surprising myself. Then span of blank. I’m pulling on my highboot. Clothes dry. Hair wet. Confident. Not gloomy. Such. So.
    I pondered thusly and strode out strong along the grassy bank of the stiffly silent Greenwilla River. Kar studied me from her perch on my arm. Her lavender mallet head was cocked to the left. Her pink eyes stared unblinking.
    â€œBek, you are … different,” she observed.
    â€œHow different? I’m not different. I am the Chronicler of the Boad, All Fidd and Leee Combined. Chosen. I have been to the Realm Beyond … Realms. I earned the honor to possess the Carven Flute. I, a bendo dreen, dared to … leave the hedge. I have traveled in time alone back into the legendary past to … to … arrange the proper path for Delia Branch and … and … Runner Rill. Yes! That’s it! How can such as I fail to … to … bring Babba Ja Harick home to her … her … cottage?” I boasted.
    â€œWhat happened to my Silent Bekka? Such you were called. Remember? I was jark dweg bendo dreen Karro, and you were timid Bekka. We were the oddments in the hedge. Known so such truly. Look at me. Am I not jark dweg in this silly feathered form? I’m still a cracked melon at heart, besides being Kar and the first and only jrabe jroon Rakara and Queen Jebb of the Acrotwist Clowns. But who is this bold strider carrying me through a land of lost magic? Can it be Bek? Where is the timid and doubtful?” said Kar.
    â€œBanished,” I announced. “Listen closely, Kar. Here is my plan. We’ll abandon the river and take a little … detour when we reach